This monk who is not hot-headed, but Ding Wuwu, who is extremely low in the ranking!

Ding Wuwu can be said to be extremely proud at this time, just now he is not hot-headed, but he is a little slow to be hot-headed, and his reaction is half a beat slower than others, and the rest of the people have already made a move almost at the moment before Ding Yiwu gave the order, and he is in the moment when the most three of the same door fell is simply unbelievable, and he is always haunted, especially Ding Siba's self-explosion has dyed a large piece of his talisman mask red, making his head shocked, and he completely feels wooden. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Ding Yiwu roared angrily, he was able to react, and he wanted to desperately attack the deadly blade that almost scared his soul.

However, at this time, he was shocked to find that the nine black mangs had already attacked out in no particular order, and the momentum was like a rainbow, if he reacted slowly and half a beat of the attack, it would definitely look extremely different, so he looked at the best flame sword to attack, anyway, it was a small achievement to destroy the opponent's flame sword, after all, if there was no sword to break their talisman first, the deadly remnant blade would not be able to penetrate their leather armor body after breaking their talisman cover and consuming half of its power.

At this time, when he saw the rest of the people looking at him with admiration, Ding Wuwu didn't mention how proud he was, you must know that in this, outside of the Ding Wuba who had been destroyed, it was his number that was behind, and in the number of these peers who returned in vain, in a frustrated look, he Ding Wuwu really didn't have many opportunities to show his face like this, thinking about Ding Wuwu's divine sense for his jet-black scimitar to move three points faster, and couldn't wait to think that even if he couldn't corrode the opponent's best magic sword at one time, he would have to knock it to the ground.

"Be careful!" Just as Ding Wuwu was thinking like this, he suddenly heard Ding Yiwu's surprised reminder.

The reason why I was surprised was because Ding Wuwu himself felt extremely surprised at this time. After his pupils shrank suddenly, he found that a pitch-black wooden stick that looked like a fire suddenly flew out of the dense fog, and even Ding Wuwu himself was sure that it was just a burning stick.

"Ah...... Fuck, what's the joke? That kid himself is a god, can he create divine weapons at will? Seeing the burning stick striking at his jet-black scimitar, Ding Wuwu thought about it for a moment. He didn't pay attention to it, because he decided to desperately attack the superb flame sword, he must seize such an opportunity to show his face, could the burning stick still leave traces on his jet-black scimitar?

"Quick...... Take it back! When Ding Wuwu thought about it so disdainfully, he heard Ding Yiwu seem to have suddenly come back again, and suddenly exclaimed.

"Huh?" The corners of Ding Wuwu's mouth unconsciously surprised him, but he didn't look at Ding Yiwu, because all his attention at this time was focused on his jet-black scimitar.

As a result, there was a scene of his great insight, and his jet-black scimitar was struck by the black burning stick. It exploded with a "bang" like an embroidered vase, the magic weapon was destroyed, and he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.

"Ahh Damn it! ”

"Bastard!"

"Ah...... Be careful

"Ding Wuwu retreat!"

When Ding Wuwu vomited blood at this time, he suddenly heard the extremely corrupt reminder of his companion, and suddenly scolded in his heart: "Be careful of a fart!" Lao Tzu's magic weapons are all destroyed, so be careful at this time and ......"

Before Ding Wuwu could think about the word "yet" in his mind, there was a sound of a flying sword tearing the air in his ears, what was the superb flame sword that he wanted to destroy just now?

Damn it. Shouldn't the Flaming Sword return to the fog-covered formation? How could he appear in front of him so suddenly?

was so frightened that Ding Wuwu's hand that touched the storage bag at this time trembled vigorously, and his heart was horrified. I couldn't help but think, "This ...... Is this my turn? ”

If he is bolder, there may be a possibility of escaping, although the hateful Xiao Yao in the formation does not play cards according to common sense, but at this moment the rest of the monks have reacted, not to mention anything else, Ding Wuwu should at least withdraw and fly back. In this case, the rest of the monks who reacted might be able to help him resist one or two, as long as he had a chance to breathe, he would definitely not die.

It's a pity that his talisman mask was splashed with blood by Ding Siba's dying self-explosion before, and he was already a little stunned. At this time, the magic weapon connected to his mind was destroyed so abruptly, causing him to completely admit it for a while, so that his reaction was half a beat slower than the original to a beat down directly at this time.

The result was self-evident, the flaming sword first tore through his talisman shield with a "pop", and then the inconspicuous burning stick slammed into his head.

"Bang"!

Ding Wuwu seemed to be able to feel that his head was like a watermelon, bursting open, and the blood and brains were scattered with heat!

The strange thing is that after his head burst open, the headless corpse did not burst open, Xiao Yao in the formation was surprised for a while, and then his eyes turned straight up, obviously he had some idea.

"Bastard!"

Ding Yiwu blurted out a weak and angry bastard again, he found that the word "bastard" was the most spoken after that, looking at the time of twenty or thirty breaths, four of the fourteen subordinates led by him were almost wiped out as fast as lightning, so fast that they almost didn't have time to come to the rescue.

However, at this moment, seeing the flaming sword in front of them, and the burning stick returning towards the dense fog like a broken one, none of the remaining eleven of them made a blind move, and they all looked hesitant and at a loss.

A question appeared in everyone's hearts at this time, is the person inside really Xiao Yao?

Is he really a Qi Refining Eleventh Layer Cultivator?

Why is it possible to wield four powerful weapons at the same time?

A superb flame sword, a deadly blade, a holy vine, and a burning stick, this seems to be something that a monk in the early stage of foundation building can't do, right?

What made them even more depressed was that the supreme flame sword seemed to be the weakest of the four, and it was already a blessing to have a sharp weapon that could restrain them during the Qi refining period.

Judging from the jet-black scimitar that easily destroyed Ding Wuwu, this person's known Saint Pole restraint was not at all afraid of their black mang's corrosion, which made the remaining eleven monks curse in their hearts.

With a "boom", the headless corpse belonging to Ding Wuwu was burned by Ding Wuwu's fireball, and in order to prevent the same door from assassinating each other, the Shadow Evil Gate was never allowed to accept the storage bags of the same door, at least on the surface.

When the rest of the people looked at Ding Yiwu, Ding Yiwu was in a state of confusion for a while, and he didn't know what order to give at all.

Ding Yiwu hesitated, and the entire 10,000-year-old Xuanbing alley suddenly quieted down, and for a while, the needle drop could be heard, only some low screams and violent collapse sounds came from time to time in the alley.

After calming down, Ding Yiwu had already made up his mind, that is, to brake quietly, in his opinion, as time passed, this mining area would be gradually occupied by them, and if there were monks in the foundation building period here, Xiao Yao in the Ren formation would be buried here.

Now that the front road was blocked and the back road was intercepted, they were suddenly in a dilemma, and since the man in the formation did not see any movement, he was even more happy to do so, so as not to increase the casualties in vain.

Ding Yiwu's decision can not be described as a superior plan, although there was no sound in the formation at this time, Xiao Yao's heart in the formation was pounding, and he was becoming more and more restless at the moment.

Now that there was silence, the sound that came from the alley more than twenty miles away made him more and more like an ant on a hot pot, and if he dragged on like this, he would probably be made dumplings by someone else.

But if he left like this, it would be difficult for him to give up Xiao Jia, and if he attacked the eleven leather armor monks head-on, he would not have the slightest chance of winning, and he would be in a dilemma for a while.

Originally, he still imagined that those leather armor monks would enter the formation, in that case, even in this broken 100,000 gravity array, he would have information that would make the other party unable to eat and walk around, but these people seemed to be much more rational than he imagined.

"Boom ......" was at this moment when everything was quiet, the collapsed Xuanbing hole suddenly rolled down a large number of Xuanbing blocks, and at this time, a monster head with thief eyebrows and rat eyes poked out, which was the head of a pangolin.

It didn't seem to feel the movement outside, so it was about to come out to meet its master, but it still saw eleven black figures, which surprised it and wanted to quickly retreat.

"Kill!" The Shadow Demon Sect Leather Armor Monk, who was tense up at all times, after Ding Yiwu roared angrily, the seven black mangs attacked the pangolin's head, and the four figures stared closely into the formation to prevent the monks in the formation from taking the opportunity to attack and kill again.

"Click...... Click......" Two golden thunderbolts blasted towards Ding San'er, and then there was a loud sound of the collapse of the 10,000-year-old Xuan Ice again.

At this time, the leather monks were depressed to find that they didn't know if the hateful beast had been killed by the bombardment, but Ding San'er burst open with a "bang" in a burst of scorched smoke, which made them lose one more. (To be continued.) )